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I hear her breath stutter as we both start to move inside her. She is so tight and feels incredible. That for a moment, I feel bad for what we are doing, but then I picture my mother. I see the way she was when I left tonight.

My father will kill my mother to spite me, and I know that even as bad as my father is, KG’s father is the worst. We need her gone from the school. Rem sets the pace and feeling how tight she is, is a feeling I will never forget.

We fuck her slowly until I feel her cum. I coat her insides, loving that she has a piece of me inside her sweet pussy. Rem pulls out slowly, and she collapses on my chest. I move her so she is in the middle of us and watch as some of my cum dribbles out of her.

It doesn’t take long for the sleep to take over when I hear her light snores. I curl behind her back while Rem drags her to his chest. This is a bad idea, but with the liquor finally catching up, I shove it off as a future-me problem.

When I wake up, I can see it is before the sun has even risen in the sky, or maybe it is the next night, I have no idea, but my stomach is rumbling and I feel like I am going to puke. Slowly climbing from the bed, I make my way to the hallway only to be stopped by the sound of raised voices.

“You stupid bitch. I told you she was mine.” I hear flesh meet flesh, but I don’t move a muscle. Not prepared for whoever is out there.

“Vince, I didn’t know she would bring those Sky fucks home.”

“You fucked up, bitch. That pussy is mine, and now she’s fucking Thiago on top of it. I should kill you.”

“Please, don’t, please, I don’t want to die.” I listen to her plea’s, and none of it phases me. This woman is a shit parent and the way she lives is a disgrace.

I listen as I hear her struggling to breathe. Peeking through the little crack in the door, I see Vince with his hand around the woman’s throat. She is scratching at his wrist and trying to break free. “If Mariano wasn’t involved now, I would fucking end your miserable fucking existence and not even care. No one would miss you, not a single soul. Not even your own daughter, and in fact, she would probably be grateful to me.”

Mariano… I freeze. I know who that is. He is the literal embodiment of evil. Him and his son. They are the underbelly of all of Warren, plus have connections across the world. Why the fuck is he involved with Brin’s mom?

Mariano is supposedly one of the scariest men in Warren. He kills without batting an eye and his son is just as bad. I know his son was the one behind the mass murders in a theater that was hosting some underbelly men using the theater as a front.

“I didn’t know he would want her, he sure left without her before.” Brinley’s mom struggles to inhale after the assault. “He never bothered before.”

“How did he fucking know what she looked like?” Vince snaps, his tone deadly.

“He saw her walking one day. Please, Vince, I didn’t know. Kove wants to meet her, that is all.”

“She is mine, not his.”

“There is nothing that I can do about it. If Kove wants her, he will take her.”

“You better figure it out if you want to live, bitch.” I watch as Vince shoves her hard into the dining table and he storms out. She looks around before heading to her room and I make the decision to wake Rem to leave. Shit just changed and now we need to know why Kove fucking Mariano wants Brinley.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Stretching on Hector's bed, I smile at him. He leans down and kisses me. I smile as I lay my head on his chest. Hector got back the day before Thanksgiving break ended. I haven’t told him what happened with Loyal and Remington.

I feel guilty but I keep trying to justify what I did as a tequila induced. Though the part of myself that refuses to lie tells me that I’m full of shit. I did it because I am attracted to them. I know something inside me wants them, and with the liquid courage, I gave into it.

“You ready for the day, amor?”

“What do you have planned?”

“Our Thanksgiving.”

I smile as he pulls me from the bed, and we sleepily make our way down the stairs to the kitchen. Hector’s abuela is already in the kitchen and I smile at her.

“Abuela, I think you sleep in here,” I say to her, taking one of the stools.

Hector laughs as he moves to the other stool. “I tell her that all the time.” She turns to smile at us both, reaching out to place her hand on Hector’s before mine.

“I made some apple pastries for breakfast.” Abuela smiles warmly at us before handing us each a plate filled with apple pastries. The flaky crust melts in my mouth, and I can taste the sweetness as the apple hits my tongue.

It is so good that I moan when I take my next bite. Hector’s abuela laughs and when I open my eyes, I see the dark sexy look on Hector’s face.

“Cariño, me encantan los sonidos que haces cuando comes,” he says through bites of his food. I smirk at him while his abuela chuckles and goes back to the stove.

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